Some days it is a struggle to put one foot in front of the other.
Engulfed by the utter exhaustion that results from putting everyone else first.
Those whose needs and wants are of paramount importance to me
but who gladly take what I freely give
without understanding that that well will go dry
if it is never replenished.
Some days it can be a small thing that tips the balance.
Minute in importance compared to those comprising that already weighty pile.
Some days there seems to be nothing left for myself.
The silence broken
by the slow and menacing drip, drip, drip
as my energy is expended.
On yet another day.
On yet another crisis.
On someone else’s needs.
A buildup of days, weeks, months.
When my very soul cries out for something good to come my way
just for me.
A day when it is my turn
to be understood
to be supported
to be given what I need.
But today is not that day.
Today is the day I say
I have nothing to give.
*Posted a year ago it is a recurring theme. Introverted and empathic it is a constant struggle.
Photograph taken from White Noten